[i]Bang. Bang. Bang bang bang—[/i]

It had been two days since Captain Ray had vanished, and Commander Mason had been working on this damn machine for just as long. Half of her was deep into the guts of the main replicator, her legs sticking out into the air. Technically, this shouldn’t be her job—there were a few junior engineers who were passably skilled—but dammit, crawling around in machines was stress-relief, and the whole damn crew was stressed. Everything would be back to normal soon, though, right?

[i]Bang bang bang bang bang [b]crack.[/b][/i]

With a satisfied shout, Maggie pulled out of the replicator, rolling up her tools and wielding her wrench like a trophy. The replicator started whirring again, all of the lights that had previously been red showing up green. Packing her things away with one hand, she input a command with the other, and by the time her tools were away, the makings of a truly glorious BLT sandwich were before her. 

“Munch away, kiddies,” she called over her shoulder to the hungry assembled crewmembers, eyes alight with unholy glee as she started putting together a sandwich fit for a king. “But stay the fuck away from my sandwich or I’ll have your doorbells playing Space Jam at three in the morning.”

Yup. Things could go right back to normal.